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"I know you fucking lying" Carter jaw dropped to the floor.
"I-" I tried to cover myself up with the sheet.
"I don't even wanna know, get dressed Dior" He shook his head walking out the door.
Bashar busted out laughing like something was funny. I smack his chest and rolled my eyes.
"That's embarrassing as hell, whats so funny" I started getting dressed.
"Why you making that face" Bashar put on his shirt laughing
"Bashar you play all day bro" I sat on my bed.
"I'm not your bro" he said getting angry
"Then what are you"
Bashar always got mad when I called him bro but he didn't give me no title so he my bro until we make it official. I usually call everybody bro its a habit.
"Dior ion like to be played as a duck, that shit lame"
"Duck duck goose" I spoke trying to hold in my laugh
"Bet imma show yo ass"
"What you so angry for pooh, you never gave me a title so you my bro until we make it official"
"Why we need a title, I know where you stand and you know where I stand" He shrugged
"I don't know where you stand though, I never did shit like this before, any nigga I ever fucked I was in a relationship with" I paused "Bashar what are we"
"We are farmers" He said referring to that commercial. He put his chain back on.
"You always playing,but it is what it is at this point, you can't get mad about any nigga I talk to then"
"Dior like I said don't play with me" He licked his lips
"Who's playing though, Im deadass" I looked him in the eyes "Why are you so scared of commitment"
"Im not scared of commitment Dior, but I got some shit to handle Imma hit you up later" He walked out my room without hugging me or kissing me.
I looked down at my phone seeing a message from him.
